Happy Father’s Day, gentlemen! I’m out numbered in my house right now, with my husband, Zach, and our son, Coy. I’m a proud #boymom especially because I have a great partner and example for him to look up to on what it means to be a man. Zach is as rambunctious and energetic as Coy is–he’s a chip off the old block! 

Raising boys is a full contact sport–Coy is full of energy and already looking forward to having a baby brother, even though we don’t know the gender of his new sibling yet! Although he’s only three, we’ve already started teaching him to be brave, courageous, strong, kind, and to stand up for his beliefs. 

Zach has always been active (he played college football at William Jewell and became a personal trainer), and now my two boys love spending time outside, going fishing, hunting for morels, and completing outdoor projects together. Watching Coy’s face light up when Zach gets home from work makes my heart soar and I’m so excited to see what the two of them will accomplish as they grow together. 

Our husbands, fathers, grandfathers, and brothers have a tough job. Keeping up with us women isn’t easy; neither is walking the tightrope between strength and tenderness that young boys need to see. I’m so blessed that Zach is up to the task, as was my Dad before him. If we keep encouraging the good men in our life, hopefully Coy will grow up in a generation of men that will continue those high standards. As my Dad always said, “Run fast and jump high.” I can already see this motto taking hold for Coy. 

So thank you, gentlemen! We couldn’t do it without you!